He kissed her cheek before heading to the table, his expression bright as he picked up a coaster. "This one?" *** "Fine. You ask!'
"Sure," she said, evidently pleased. "I think it's really more of the idea of it, anyway." * * * "I have no problem with that."
She took his hand and pulled him to the door, her head cocked. "Will she be mad, do you think?" * * * The waiter returned with their drinks, setting them onto the table. "Are you ready to order?" he asked dully.
"And the lack of a cat. Do you think she'll know it was us?" * * * He scribbled it down. "Anything else?" "Yes," Arlo said, steepling his fingers. "What is the secret to a happy life?"
"Will she confront us, do you think?" * * * The waiter didn't even look up. "Fish puns," he replied, folding his notebook and heading back to the kitchen.
He chuckled. "Nah. She's probably afraid of you." *** She laughed brightly. "I know now! He's really krilling it."
She paused and the hints of a flush threatened her cheeks. "You can't be scared of me and still have a crush on me?" * * * He squinted at her. "You're killing me."